performance poetry
Performance Poetry is poetry out loud; poems brought from the page to the stage.
The Rascally Radcliffs!
Oh, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale, Of a family so wild, they make a monkey's tail. First up, we have the husband, a real ladies' man, He's got a chick on his arm wherever he can. Sneaking out at night, he's quite the charmer, But his wife's no fool, she knows all the drama. Speaking of the missus, she's a sneaky little thing, With sticky fingers, she's the queen of bling. She'll snatch your wallet when you're not looking, And leave you scratching your head, wonderin' and booking. Now onto the kids, a rowdy bunch indeed, Riffraffs and rogues, there's no taming their greed. They'll pick your pockets and swipe your phone, Then laugh and run off, leaving you alone. But here's the kicker, the twist in the tale, Despite their antics, they never fail. They bicker and fight, they steal and cheat, But underneath it all, they can't be beat. In their chaotic home, chaos reigns supreme, But somehow, they make it all a dream. With laughter and love, they weather the storm, Their bond unbreakable, in any form. The husband's flings and the wife's thieving ways, Are just quirks of the family, where everyone stays. The kids may be rogues, but they've got heart, And when push comes to shove, they'll do their part. Sure, they may not be your average clan, But they've got each other, and that's the plan. Through thick and thin, they'll stick together, Come hell or high water, in any weather. So raise a glass to this wild bunch, Their antics and adventures, they're a hoot and a hunch. For in their crazy world, they've found their bliss, Living life to the fullest, with each stolen kiss. For deep down, they love each other true, Through thick and thin, they stick like glue. So here's to the family, the crazy crew, Living life to the fullest, no matter what they do. And as the sun sets on another day, They'll gather 'round the table, come what may. With laughter and joy, they'll toast to the night, For in their madcap family, everything's alright. ----- Hope you enjoyed this piece. Not sure what to do with a scratch on the head? A ❤ ️, a share, or a Subscribe is enough cos it encourages me as a writer to find lovely gists,...you know. Got something to say?, see the comments. If you want to, you can see more of my stories here>>
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe3 years ago in Poets
Reactor 4
I only ask that you get what you deserve. After all these years of putting yourself first. I can't deny the shock nor the relief that somehow still hurts. It was either you or me that needed to leave and I don't know which way was worse. I'm glad I didn't lose my nerve. I'm glad you can't swallow me up anymore. The fallout was endurable because I had already planned on radiation poisoning. I witnessed the meltdown of our egos flush away any chance at redemption. I knew you weren't infallible but you still had to prove you were. How do I redefine myself when you were the one defining factor? What more can I disregard? Every single red flag and inconsistent flaw? Who was I before the procedure of lobotomy? You left me in standby mode and now I'm in recovery mode. Who am I after this hypothetical treason? If I remember the despair, then I remember everything. If I ever said forever, then I'm sure I meant it at the time. I watched these events unfold as if I wasn't an active participant. Life just happened as if I had no will or choice. I could have altered my course and sailed for new waters. Instead, I sat the helm and marooned this shipwreck into hostile Mercury. I tried to even the score and keep three steps ahead of you. Why did we treat this love like a competition? This board game of a marriage was a crooked one from the start. Rewards and punishments were the way I demonstrated my resolve. How could we have spoken the truth that everything was falling apart? How did I ever believe that you were redeemable once? I don't know if certainty will ever find me but I will search for it with the utmost sincerity. I've already pivoted from scheduled unhappiness. Deviating from unwelcome reality and inevitable consequences. I always wanted more but you always settled for less. The strongest commitment was the one I could only make for myself. It's just a flimsy word when actions don't align and you never follow through. I kept projecting the worst I could imagine and you still somehow managed to undermine even that. This broken alliance hasn't summoned a surrender out of me yet. I am still loyal and devoted, just to myself. You had me wallowing in pity notions and unfounded doubt. Because of you, selfishness is something I could do without. You were the collateral damage in the war against myself. You continuously chose yourself over everyone else. Somehow, you still bring out the worst in me. Somehow, I still let you have this profound effect on me. What is this hellfire I keep waltzing through? Why do I allow this hysteria to continue? Will this lunacy ever end? When will your ghost stop haunting me and let me move on? I have new elevations to conquer. I have more sights to behold. I must cut out this cancer like a tumor in order to heal. This meltdown is imminent and must be shut down. I can't escape the contamination but I can escape you. We have been hazardous to ourselves and it's time for inoculation. My gas mask is useless but it's still my best defense. I will go left while you go right. I can't focus on you anymore if I want to flee from radiation sickness. I can still make it out alive. I know I can
By Anna Torres3 years ago in Poets
